#i swear i couldn't come up with a better title rip sorry

[littleoddwriter]

hi hello i have entered my saw phase very late and wanted to request some stuff with william easton x male reader! possibly coffee shop au but honestly i will gladly take any easton content :] 📼

Black Coffee, Please | William Easton x Male!Reader

Hi there! It's never too late if you ask me! Welcome! :') Thanks for the request, I really hope you like what I've done with it! Sorry it took me a bit. ^^"

summary; William always goes to the same coffee shop and is instantly enamoured by you when he first meets you there.

notes; Male!Reader; Coffee Shop AU; Asking Out; Pre-Relationship; Short-ish Fic.

Every morning, William went to the same coffee shop. He knew the staff by name and even some private things about them at this point, after years of going there every single day; even on his days off. 

So, of course he immediately noticed a new face as soon as he entered.

Walking up to you with a smile, he was greeted by you with your own grin, as you enthusiastically cited the coffee shop’s signature greeting.

“What can I get for you?” you asked, then, tapping your fingers lightly against the side of the cash register’s screen. 

“Just a black coffee, please,” William answered, already taking out the money for the coffee, plus tip. He always left at least twenty dollars of tips and fifty on a very good day. 

Today was one of those better days, considering that you were new and that he was instantly enamoured by you. He didn’t know why. It was just something about your attitude, which didn’t seem fake at all, and your overall being that captivated him.

To be polite, he let you tell you what he owed for the coffee before putting the dollar bills in your outstretched hand and then leaving the fifty dollars in the tip jar for you.

Your eyes widened. William couldn’t help the smirk that stretched his lips.

“Uh, sir? That’s- those are fifty dollars. Did you mean to-”

“I did,” he said gently, “You’re new here, aren’t you?” It was a rhetorical question of course.

Dumb-founded, you nodded.

“Nice to meet you,” he squinted at your name tag, “Y/N. I’m William Easton. I work at the Umbrella Health insurance company across the street.”

“Oh, that’s you!” you exclaimed, clamping your hand over your mouth as soon as you said it, “Sorry. Just- Selina told me about you already. She speaks very highly of you. I can see why now.”

A soft chuckle left William’s lips, “I should hope so. Is Selina well? Greet her for me when you see her, please.”

You nodded, “I will! She’s just taken a day off.”

“Right. I remember.”

With a polite little smile, you gave him his coffee that Jack made behind you while you two talked. 

“Thank you. Have a good day, Y/N,” William told you kindly. 

Quickly, you thanked him and then he turned to walk out. 

He thought he was going to like coming to the coffee shop even more now that you were there.

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Over the next couple of months, William found himself looking forward to coming to the café every morning, smiling before he even entered when he could spot your face from outside already. He still wasn’t sure what it was about you that ran him over with all those feelings, but he wasn’t about to complain. After all, you were a handsome man, kind, a little shy at first, and overall a fun person to be around, he’s come to realise.

Every time, you two talked a little, considering he usually opted to come in at a time that not a lot of people were around, so it was possible. During those months, he found out quite a few things about you; what you liked, your hobbies, why you decided to work at the coffee shop, and so much more. And everything you had told him only made his feelings for you grow.

William didn’t really know what to do with those feelings, though. Should he tell you and hope for the best? He wasn’t entirely opposed to the idea. He had a hunch that you liked him too, but perhaps that was more wishful thinking than anything else.

Nonetheless, he opted to find out instead of letting his few insecurities get in the way. He always prided himself to live in the present. There was no time like it, after all. Especially because his job was to look into people’s past and future and decide on their present based on those facts. It was only fair if he was to take a risk for once, he thought.

Thus, he came back into the coffee shop during his lunch break when there were only a few people inside.

“Oh! Hi, William,” you greeted him with a bright smile upon seeing him. He loved hearing his name fall from your lips. It was only recently that you started calling him by his first name, rather than ‘Mr Easton’, after he insisted on it for a good while. 

“Hello, Y/N.” William walked up to the counter, adjusting his tie; although it wasn’t necessary at all. He was nervous. “Listen, I just came in here to ask you something.”

Your smile never left your lips, but it wasn’t as big and bright anymore, “Okay?”

William exhaled slowly to steady himself a little. He wasn’t usually nervous like this, as he was confident in himself, but even he had to admit that the possibility that you might turn him down scared him. 

“I was wondering if you would like to have dinner with me sometime?”

For a few short moments, there was silence. You looked surprised, but not disgusted, which was a small relief.

“Uh, sure! Yeah, I’d like that. Um, you do mean that as a date, right?” Your eyes moved frantically, as though they were searching for something in his own when you answered.

“I do,” he smiled, taking out one of his business cards, on which he’s written down his private phone number, “Here’s my number. Call me and we can discuss the details then, all right?”

Nodding, you took the card, read over it with a smile and pocketed it.

“Will do!” you beamed at him.

With excitement making him feel all fuzzy and warm, William returned the smile before leaving.

Indeed, he loved coming to the coffee shop more and more with every day. Especially when he got to greet you with a kiss, now.

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Better Than Anyone Else - Castiel Imagine (Supernatural)

Title: Better Than Anyone Else

Pairing: Castiel X Reader

Requested: by @zizzlekwum

Word Count: 1,306 words

Warning(s): cussing, kidnapping, insults, Dean can't really keep his mouth shut

Summary: (Season 5) (Y/n) and Castiel are taken hostage by angels in the hopes of getting information on how the Winchesters plan on stopping the apocalypse. (Y/n) finally reaches their boiling point with the angels that try to make Cas feel like shit.

Author's Note: I swear, Cas is one of my favorite characters to write for.

Hey! I did a rewrite of the ending of Supernatural. It took a really long time to complete, so it would mean a lot to me if you check it out. Here’s a link! (it’s on my personal account)

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I was seething.

I watched as the angels strutted around Cas and me. We were tied across from each other. Cas with some weird kind of chain and me with just rope.

They just kept poking at him.

Mocking him for his humanity. His caring nature.

It pissed me off.

"Isn't it pathetic," one of them asked. "Knowing that your choice to help the humans is pointless? You trusted them... cared about them... all for it to go to waste. They don't care about you, you're just a tool to them."

"Leave him alone," I snapped, tugging at the ropes harshly. I didn't even wince at the feeling of the material burning my skin.

"Shut up, you gnat," the 'head angel' of the group said. "You are one of the biggest reasons Castiel forgot his purpose."

"He didn't forget his purpose," I hissed. "He found it."

She held her blade to my neck, grabbing my hair so I couldn't wiggle away.

"He's one of the most caring creatures I've ever met," I continued, ignoring my fear. "He's a hero. Not just to me but to so many others. You are just trying to make him hate all he's done so he can be guilt-tripped into helping you. If you were worth helping, you wouldn't have to do that."

The angel nearly growled at me before stepping away.

I started combatting words with words.

"You mean nothing to them" was met with my response of "You're amazing and I'm honored to even know you."

"If you didn't have powers, they'd drop you like dead weight," was met with, "Don't listen to them. The boys and I think you're brilliant. You're amazing... a hero."

"They obviously don't need you... they would've saved you by now," was met with, "Sam and Dean will be here soon, they just can't teleport."

This continued until the doors were slammed open. I smiled to myself. Sam and Dean stormed in and started fighting. Sam quickly cut the ropes from my wrist and ankles and grabbed the blade the had rolled from one of the angels.

"One second," I said to Cas quickly, going after the main angel.

I sunk the blade into her stomach, ripping a key from around her vessel's neck.

"Didn't know angels used such basic locks on shit," I muttered, undoing the lock. Cas stood up instantly, moving me out of the way so he could smite an angel that was behind me.

The action died down and we all looked around to check on each other.

"All of us alright," Dean asked. I nodded. "Let's go, Bobby's waiting for us."

We went to walk out but Cas called my name. I turned back to him. He gently grabbed my hands. I blushed as I watched how careful he was as he healed the rope burns.

"Thank you," I mumbled, looking up at him.

I noticed how close we were. I took a deep breath in before turning around and following Sam and Dean. Cas teleported out.

"How are you feeling," Sam asked as Dean started driving.

"I've been better," I muttered. "They just kept insulting him. Like they knew it would hurt more than hitting him."

"What did you do," Sam asked.

"Defended him," I replied. "He deserved that. Even after they held a blade to my throat, I just wanted him to know that we cared."

There was a moment of silence.

"(Y/n)," Dean said carefully. "Do you promise not to hit me after I ask my next question?"

"I can't promise something like that, I've heard some dumb questions come out of your mouth," I replied, crossing my arms over my chest.

"Do you... love Cas," he asked.

My breath stopped in my throat for a moment.

I looked down. Was love the right word? Was that too far? I definitely liked him. He was sweet and brave but... love? He'd be uncomfortable if I said love. I sighed... maybe I did love him.

"I don't know if 'love' is too far or not," I finally admitted.

"Holy shit," Dean sounded so excited. I chuckled. "I fricking knew it! Sam, you owe me twenty bucks!"

"You bet on me?"

"...No," Dean suddenly turned guilty when he realized that I was unhappy with his choice.

"Sam."

"It was Dean's idea," he said, throwing his brother under the bus immediately. I looked at Dean.

"(Y/n)... listen..."

--time skip--

I was looking through Bobby's basement for him. He was working on some project and just needed me to help him grab some things. I was happy too. Working with Bobby was not as scary as some would assume.

I was heading back up the stairs when I heard Cas and Dean in the kitchen.

"I just want to know why (Y/n) defended me so adamantly," I froze, realizing neither one had noticed me.

"I can't tell you that, Cas, you need to ask them," he replied.

"You know and won't tell me," Cas said it as a statement, not a question.

"Yes."

"Why?"

"Because I can't."

"Dean, I don't understand-"

"I'm sorry, Cas, but this is (Y/n)'s business."

I guess I didn't know how long they had been going around in a circle. Still, what happened next made me want to throw what I was holding at Dean's head.

"Is there something wrong with (Y/n)? Are you worried about them? What do I not know-"

"Guys," I heard Sam try to intervene.

"(Y/n) loves you, Cas," Dean finally snapped. "There! You know why now!"

My heart just sank, "How fucking dare you?"

Dean looked at me with a panicked look.

"(Y/n)-"

I held up a hand. I walked to the living, placed what Bobby asked for on the table, and then walked out of the house.

"Where are you going," Sam asked, going to stop me.

"On a walk," I snapped, slamming the front door shut behind me.

I don't even know how far into Bobby's yard I had walked. I just kept going. I was angry and stressed and embarrassed. I was ready to fight Dean and leave him tied up in the trunk of his own car.

"(Y/n)," I heard the deep voice from behind me. I ignored it. "(Y/n)."

"Cas, I really don't wanna-"

I ended up walking straight into his chest. I took a step back and looked up at his face.

"Cas... we can just forget that," I motioned toward the house. "We don't have to worry about it."

"No."

"No?"

"I don't want to forget about it," he muttered. "It made me very happy when I heard you loved me."

"Oh," I mumbled.

"I... I love you too," he had a small grin on his face, seeming nervous. Angel of the Lord... nervous.

"You do?"

"Yes," Cas nodded.

"Oh," I mumbled again.

He stepped closer to me. I felt my entire base heat up at the motion. Being this close to Cas... or anyone really... was kind of new to me. I watched him closely and saw him furrow his eyebrows.

"This is where I'm supposed to kiss you, right," he asked softly.

"If you want to."

"I want to," he replied. I smiled widely at him.

I leaned in and pressed my lips to his lightly. I grabbed the lapels of his jacket. It felt like I was going to lose him if I did. He slowly reached out to touch my sides as he relaxed into the kiss. It was a perfect moment.

I slowly pulled away, trying to hold back a laugh as he tried to lean forward and kiss me again.

"I love you," I whispered, my forehead touching him.

"I love you too," he mumbled back. "And I'd like to kiss you again."

"Be my guest," I chuckled, pulling him back into a kiss.

What a perfect moment?

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Soulmate AU Pt 4/?

Summary: When you turn 18 you get the name of a song on your wrist. That is the song you and your soulmate share. It is also how you can communicate with them.

Warnings: Kidnapping, swearing, Walker being an asshole, Bucky being emotional,

Word Count: 1,164

A/N: Sorry I know it’s shorter. I am trying to get out of a writing slump. School was also kicking my ass but I’m out for the summer now. So hopefully I’ll be able to write more.

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John Walker. A piece of shit as far as Bucky was concerned. He had taken over the title of Captain America when Sam had so graciously given up the shield but now it was back in its rightful place. With Sam of course. If Steve chose Sam he had to have a damn good reason. Sam was a great Captain America but Bucky would never say that to his face his ego couldn't handle it.

Here he was walking towards Walker to hopefully sort out whatever issue he has tonight. He was already not in the mood from being pulled from seeing you but he managed to put on a blank expression and move to talk to Walker.

"What do you want Walker?"

"I'm not here for you Barnes so move out of my way and let me talk to who I came to talk to," Walker spat.

"Ok, I am in a real foul mood cause you are keeping me from my girl. So you better start fucking talking or I will rip your throat out."

"Listen Barnes this doesn't concern you it's just one Captain America passing advice on to another."

That ticked Bucky off. Even if he wore the suit and claim to be Captain America he never was "Who the hell are you to think you were ever Captain America? You may have jumped on a couple grenades but you never were Captain America. So stop parading around in that stupid outfit for your new 'Hero' gig and just go home to your wife."

John was the first one to throw a punch. Bucky easily dodged it wanting to look at least half-decent for seeing you tomorrow. Another punch was thrown this time Bucky caught it. Not wanting to put up with his bullshit anymore he pinned it behind his back. Whimpering like the coward he is Sam finally came out and told Buckyg to release him.

To Sam's and John's surprise, he did. Stretching and rubbing his arm while Bucky pushed him so he was unbalanced and headed inside to fall back asleep and hope he hadn't ruined his chances with you.

<~>

You woke up later than usual. By the time you had actually got up and ready it was 10:59 you had a little under an hour to get Grand Central and meet your soulmate. You had dreamed of this day for as long as you could remember. Even when you thought you didn't have a soulmate you dreamed of meeting them. It was just something that everyone in your life had. Even if it wasn't a romantic soulmate. Hell one of your best guy friends in college was aromantic and asexual and he found his soulmate. They lived in The Hamptons now they had adopted kids together. You were Auntie Y/n which made you think you should go visit them soon. You had bigger things to worry about now like how you were going to get to Grand Central Park in time. Hopefully, James wouldn't mind if you were a bit late, although it wouldn't make too good of an impression. It didn't matter you could just blame it on the traffic.

Your insecurities were having a field day today. A lot of what-ifs were running through your head. Like what if he didn’t actually like you. What if he was gonna be one of those people who used you as a quick fuck. What if- you had to stop yourself from thinking that.

This was your soulmate. You were made for each other. Your souls had always found one another. Even if you didn’t believe in reincarnation this was meant to be. You were destined to be with him.

A cold hard object brought you out of your thoughts. It was pressed hard up against your back. “You’re going to come with me. With no fighting or you will never live to see your soulmate. Do you understand?” A stone-cold voice rang out.

You were shocked. You couldn’t form a sentence. The object pushed deeper into your back “Do you understand?”

“Yes!” You managed to squeak out.

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It was 11:57 and Bucky was just wandering around the park aimlessly looking for you. He had forgotten to tell you to meet him near the south entrance so he just wandered around looking for you. It was fine I guess scanned the park to find you his eyes locked onto someone with a similar frame to you. But a man was standing behind you. He looked about 6’4. The man looked familiar so he approached.

Bucky could just barely hear the conversation the two of you were having.

“You’re going to come with me. With no fighting or you will never live to see your soulmate. Do you understand?…. Do you understand?” A rough voice demanded.

“Yes!” He knew that voice it was yours. Before he could do anything you were knocked out cold and drug to a van. The van quickly peeled out. Leaving a very shocked and pained Bucky in its wake.

Rage-filled he runs back to his apartment calling Sam saying he needs help and that you have been taken. Sam meets him at his apartment and as soon as he sees Bucky he is shocked. He has never seen Bucky this emotional not even after Steve left. He gets to work right away calling Torres and getting him to track the van.

The apartment was torn to shreds. Couches were flipped, papers were strewn everywhere, glass smashed which Sam could only assume was once a vase. There were holes in the walls. Sam had never seen Bucky's apartment so out of order but I guess that's what happens when your soulmate gets taken. They're laws in place t prevent this from happening ever but still some organizations like Hydra (which is who Sam thought to have taken Y/n) just didn't care they wanted their solider back and would do anything to have him back little did they know all of the programming had been removed from Bucky's mind. They needed it to keep it that way or you would be dead by morning found hung for a street pole for all to see.

"Why Sam? Why her? How did they even know about her? I hadn't made contact with her before. Just how did they know? Unless Walker fucking told them but how the fuck would he know? God fucking dammit this is exactly why I didn't reach out to her. I knew she'd get hurt."

"Buck none of this is your fault."

"Yes, it is. Just- Sam go. I need to be alone."

"Fine. Just don't do anything stupid till I get back."

That struck a chord within Bucky. He picked up the nearest object and threw it at the wall. It hadn't scared Sam he just brushed it off and left.

As soon as Sam Left Bucky broke down crying on the floor. Yearning to have you in his arms.

Chapter 5

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Stylist + Enemies AU

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I'm weak for the enemies to lovers trope so do that lol Jimin x Y/n An Idol AU where Y/n is Jimin's makeup artist and they hate each other (you can decide why) A title idea could be "Behind his Mask"

I actually rewrote the ENTIRE thing cause I wasn't satisfied with it. I like this version much better. (Most of it is crack I'm sorry)

There's a bit of swearing so watch out. And just them annoying the crap out of each other in the most childish ways possible.

This first chapter is weird but I PROMISE it gets better.

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You stood there with all the other stylists, your hands behind your back. You were tapping your feet on the floor nervously, waiting for Sejin to say something.

"Alright," Sejin, the rookie group's manager finally said, looking down at his clipboard then back up to you. "You all are going to be the stylists of the new rookie group, BTS, okay? Today's their debut performance so don't mess up."

You nodded enthusiastically along with all of the others beside you.

Sejin opened the one door leading out the room, and in walked the seven boys you were going to work with, hopefully for the rest of their career.

"Hello, we are... BTS! Please treat us well."

You and the rest of the staff bowed as well, but you didn't bow your head. You didn't mean to be rude, it's just that your eyes were locked onto a single figure, you couldn't take your eyes off of him. He was doing the same, staring at you as he bowed, still staring when he went back upright.

Sejin handed each of you a paper showing you your schedules. You finally tore your eyes away from the boy and looked down at the paper in your hands. Your fingers curled as you read the first name for today, crushing the paper into a crumpled mess. You looked back up, the boy had stepped forwards. Seeing you look so agitated, he walked towards you. His lips turned up into an amused smile as he leaned forward and whispered in that stupid voice of his that made your hair stand on end.

"Y/n. It's been a while." He smiled, waiting for your response.

"Jimin."

"Hm?"

"Fuck off."

You linked your hands together, stretching your arms above your head, sighing quietly once you heard the small 'crack' sound.

You eyes followed a girl who had just walked into the staff breakroom, as did the eyes of all the other staff. She looked young, with her hair dyed blonde.

"Hi, I'm- I'm new here. I'm part of the stylist team, nice to meet you."

You smiled and stood up, extending your hand. "I'm Y/n."

"I'm Younghee."

"Cute."

You were sitting backstage now, your arms crossed. You were supposed to be waiting for the boys to come, but you had started nodding off. What could you say? It was 3am and way too early to be doing makeup. You wondered how the boys were going to manage dancing at this time, but before you knew it you had slipped into your dream world, curling up on the sofa.

"Baby~" You heard someone whisper. You moved your head away from the sound but whoever it was cupped your face, making you freeze.

You opened your eyes, only to come nose-to-nose with none other than Park Jimin. His smile looked sweet enough but you recognized that evil glare in his eyes.

You let out a shout and sat up, ripping his hand away from your face and aiming a kick at his shin. This time it was his turn to shout. He started hopping on one foot and holding his shin dramatically.

"What were you doing!?" You shouted at him.

"Waking you up! You didn't have to kick my shin you moron! You broke it!!"

"It isn't broken you idiot! And why would you-"

"Nope," came Seokjin's voice from behind. "I'm not dealing with this today. Both of you shut up or I'm telling Sejin."

"You wouldn't," Jimin whispered, narrowing his eyes.

"Try me."

Jimin stamped his foot, glaring at Seokjin. You came to stand next to him and stared down at his feet. "I thought your shin was broken."

"Huh? It is, you broke it."

"You literally just stamped your foot."

"But it's still broken."

"No it's not you asshole."

"Bitch."

"Motherf-"

"What did I say!?" Seokjin screamed from behind, grabbing both of your ears. "It's 3am so for the love of god GET YOUR SHIT TOGETHER!!"

You both wrenched yourselves out of his grasp, snarling at him. He narrowed his eyes at both of you and walked away to his own makeup artist, keeping a close eye on both of you in the mirror.

Jimin sat down in his own chair and you came behind him.

"What are you performing today?"

"Don't ask me."

"Jimin just answer the question. What's the concept?"

"Shouldn't you know?"

"I swear to god-"

You turned to the makeup artist next to you, your friend Jia, and raised your eyebrows. She stifled a laugh and passed you a sheet with all the details printed out on it. You looked at it and picked up the makeup brush and got started.

You conversation while you were doing his makeup was... eventful.

"Hey, hey, hey, be careful."

"Shut up."

"You're hurting me."

"I haven't even started."

"But you hurt me, right here." He clasped a hand over his heart and looked up at you dramatically.

"Oh my god can you not?"

"No."

"Idiot."

"Can't think of a better insult?"

"I can think of several but your oh-so-precious ears aren't accustomed to the truth."

"Try me, princess."

"Call me that one more time, I dare you."

"Princess~"

"Shorty."

"I'm taller than you!"

"By a centimetre. If I wear high heels I'll be taller you asshole."

"Oh yeah? Well I-"

You looked up and noticed Seokjin in the mirror way too late. Before you knew it he had grabbed the back of your neck and Jimin's hair, pushing both of your heads down. "Can you two shut tHE FUCK UP!!?"

You flopped down on the sofa, leaning your head back. You rubbed your eyes with one hand, the other travelled down to your pocket where you pulled out your phone.

You turned it on and let out a shout, staring at your lockscreen. It was a picture of you and Jimin, a selfie you had been forced to take with him on valentine's day. Jimin must have gotten your phone and changed it to annoy you, though how he knew your password, only God knows.

The story behind the picture? Some people had been playing spin the bottle. It was Jimin's turn to spin and Jia pulled you down as you were walking past, just in time for the bottle to land on you. You and Jimin had refused to kiss, literally fought with anyone who tried to make you, so in the end you made a deal. If you two could take a selfie together without squabbling or fighting just once, they would let it pass.

A dumb deal, I know. But to the others it was heaven. You two were always fighting, so to get a picture of you two smiling together? The ultimate blackmail.

"Ooh can I see?" Younghee grabbed your phone, turning it towards her. You pulled it back, flustered.

"It's not what it looks like!"

"Really? Hmm, why do you and Jimin have a selfie together? And why is it your lockscreen?"

"It's- well, it's a long story."

"What do you think about Jimin?"

Huh? That was random. But you wanted to make sure she didn't get any weird ideas so you explained anyway, in the kindest way possible.

"I hate him. I hate his guts. He's such an asshole, I swear to God. I wish he would just fuck off-"

"Y/N!! Let's go monitor their performance!" Jia shouted suddenly, grabbing your arm and pulling you towards the monitor where you could watch BTS perform.

"What the hell?" You asked her once you were there, wrenching your arm away. "What was that about?"

"You can't just go around saying stuff like that! She's new, she's not used to you two fighting all the time. She'll get the wrong idea!"

"What wrong idea? I hate him, that's that."

"Are you kidding me!? Did you even hear yourself? You sound like one of those haters asking Jimin to leave the group."

"I don't want him to leave the group!" You shouted, aghast. "He's annoying sure, but he worked hard for that place!"

"But she doesn't know that. Just... be careful."

"Okay," you whispered, turning back to the monitor. You couldn't believe she might actually think you want him to leave the group. You weren't that cruel.

The next day you arrived at the building, rubbing your eyes sleepily. You were going to enter the staff breakroom, but Jia called out your name, eyes wide open as she stared at you. She started walking towards you, but she didn't reach in time.

Somebody grabbed your arm and pulled you away. You were pushed into another room. You stumbled and tripped, but before you hit the ground the same person grabbed your arm once more, pulling you upright and pinning you against the wall.

"What the fuck-"

You focused yourself and saw Jimin. He had his arms on the wall on either side of you. You tried to duck under them but he grabbed your shoulder and pushed you back. You looked up at him, glaring. You couldn't quite make out his expression. He looked angry. That was it, just pure anger.

"What the hell are you doing!?"

"Shut up- just shut up, Y/n. You're such an idiot."

"Are you going to tell me what's going on?"

"Wait."

"Don't tell me to wait-"

He put one hand over your mouth, glancing towards the door. You licked his hand, making him scream and pull it away. His grip on you was still way too fucking strong.

"What are you doing?" You asked him, glaring.

"You really don't know? God, how thick can you get."

"Let go of me-"

"Just look," he hissed.

He pulled out his phone and shoved the screen towards you, playing a video. His grip on you never wavered.

Your eyes widened as you recognized the person in the video. It was... you? It only showed the bottom half of you, however it was dangerously close to revealing your face. You recognized Younghee's hand pulling your phone towards the camera hidden in her shirt pocket, showing off the Jimin lockscreen.

"No," you whispered. "No, no, no, no..."

"What do you think about Jimin?" Younghee asked from the phone.

"I hate him. I hate his guts. He's such an asshole, I swear to God. I wish he would just fuck off-"

Jia shouted something and pulled you away, leaving Younghee fumbling with the camera.

You looked up at Jimin, who stuffed the phone back into his pocket.

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry I didn't mean for this to happen. I- wait, how many people have seen it? There's still time to delete it, right?"

He bit his lip and looked down, shaking his head. The anger had vanished from his eyes and only pity remained.

"Oh God... what am I gonna do?" You whispered, your voice trembling. You had meant it as a joke, well, most of it. You hadn't thought it would be leaked

"I um... I dealt with it." Jimin muttered.

"You did?"

"Yeah but uh... I panicked. And I may have messed up."

You face fell. "How bad?"

For the first time in forever you watched his face flush, not because you had said something to embarrass him, but he was genuinely blushing.

"I told them... that you were my girlfriend."

"You WHAT!?"

"I panicked!!"

You wrenched yourself out of his grip and grabbed his collar making him face you.

"Park Jimin I wouldn't be caught dead dating you!"

"I know, I know, but-"

"You have to tell them the truth!"

"Oh yeah, just tell them you hate my guts. That'll definitely protect you from any haters."

"And calling me your girlfriend will?"

"Yes, actually. Right now they think everything you said was a drastic and panicked cover up since the person who made the video exposed your lockscreen. It's a great cover story, you've got to admit."

"And they don't hate me for being your girlfriend?" You asked, slowly lowering your hands.

"There's a few immature fans here and there, but yeah, no."

"Great, now tell them we broke up or something."

"Umm..."

"What now?" you sighed.

"The public thinks we're... madly in love."

You threw your head back, covering your face with your hands and screaming into your palms. He was standing there watching you with his arms crossed.

"We don't have to actually do anything, right? Just lay low, pretend we're dating, and when you find someone you actually want to date you just say we broke up, right? Jimin, right? Jimin? Jimin please say yes."

"It's... not in my hands. We just do whatever they want us to do?"

"I don't have to show my face right?"

"Of course not."

You sighed and sank down to the floor, grabbing your hair. For a few minutes Jimin was actually being nice to you, so... that was a good thing? It was bittersweet, considering how your video had been leaked, and now you were supposed to fake date Jimin. Jimin of all people.

Jimin put a hand out towards you and you slowly took it, pulling yourself up.

"Say, Y/n..."

"Hm?"

"Since we're technically dating now..." He stepped closer and put one hand next to your head, the same move they did in the anime's you were so fond of watching. "Shouldn't we kiss at least once?"

He leaned in closer, until you could feel his breath mingling with yours. You pressed yourself against the wall and turned your head away. He brought one hand up and cupped your face, bringing you to look at him. All too suddenly his lips were on yours and he was kissing you. It all happened so fast you didn't have any time to react, and all too quickly he was pulling away.

Without thinking about it you brought you clenched your hand into a fist and brought it back, then punched him straight in the nose. He shouted and stumbled backwards, his eyes watering heavily and blocking his vision.

You wanted to punch him again. You wanted to grab his hair and yank it out, just hurt him in any way possible. How could he!? You could barely wrap your head around what had just happened, the only thing clear to you was your rapidly beating heart, and even that sounded far off.

You shook your head and ran out of the room. Jimin heard the door slam and whirled around, his vision finally clearing.

He sucked in, realising what had just happened.

Hoseok walked in, looking around and spotting Jimin. "So... why was Y/n running away?"

"Umm... I may have fucked up."

He explained what happened. Hoseok stood still for a few seconds before grabbing a cushion off of the couch and throwing it like a frisbee at Jimin's face.

"OW-"

"What is wrong with you!?"

"It was just a joke-"

"Some joke!" Hoseok shouted. "What kind of asshole- why would you even- what were you thinking?!"

"Is it really that serious?"

"What do you think?"

"...no?"

Hoseok reached down for his shoe.

"Whoa whoa whoa back up!" Jimin started, backing away hugging the cushion. "Put the shoe down."

Hoseok glared at Jimin. "You're going to apologize to her."

"Why would I do that!? It was a joke. Not my fault she couldn't take it-"

"You're going to learn to respect people or you're going to get a beating!!"

"Uhm... the first one?"

"Then get out."

"Chill, okay."

Jimin tiptoed past Hoseok, dodging him. "She should've punched you harder," he heard him mutter.

They had a performance scheduled for that afternoon, he would apologize while she was doing his makeup, he decided.

He remembered Hoseok's face when he told him what he had done. He looked... mad

Maybe he should apologize now.

He ran outside. If he knew you, you would be in the park. You always went to park to think, he knew because you had done the same thing when you were kids. If someone said something that hurt you, really hurt you, you would run into the park

"Y/n!" He found you sitting on the swings. He slowly walked forward and sat down on the swing next to you, staring down at the floor. "So... I'm an idiot."

"Yeah, you are."

"Um..."

"Who knocked you to your senses?"

"Hoseok."

"I always liked him. He didn't scream at us for fighting."

"I'm glad it wasn't Seokjin who scolded me. I would have had to come here with broken kneecaps." You smiled at the thought. Maybe you should tell Seokjin anyway. "I um... I shouldn't have done that."

You sighed. "It's okay I was just... shocked. I mean, no, it's not okay, and you can't just do that, but running out was kind of dramatic. BUT- but... this isn't some cheesy love story. I'm not gonna swoon if you try and kiss me."

"I know... so... if I say sorry it's all good?"

"Say it."

Jimin groaned and tightened his grip on the swing, leaning back as far as he could. "Ssssssssorry."

"Good enough you snake."

"I am NOT a- oh."

The performance went well, and nobody brought up the fake dating thing. Or the kiss(if you could even call that a kiss)

You sat down on the sofa and Jimin sat down next to you.

"I come in peace." He raised his hands, seeing your face.

Jia sat on your other side and you scooted closer to her, peering over her shoulder at her phone.

"Wait, what's this?" Jungkook asked. "Jimin and Y/n? Sitting together? Not fighting?"

"Shut up," you both replied at the same time.

Jungkook smiled and sat down, eyes flitting from you to Jimin. "By the way, why are you two enemies anyway?"

"Uhm... I was the smartest kid in class and so was he so... chaos ensued." You smiled innocently

Jimin looked towards Jungkook, debating whether to join in the conversation.

"We also just kinda pranked each other a lot when we were kids," you said, smiling. "I mean, he was annoying so he deserved every bit of it-"

"Nobody deserves baked beans in their backpack."

"Well nobody deserves to have their lucky pencil snapped in half."

"It was a pencil."

"Damn, Jimin, you snapped her lucky pencil? That's cold." Namjoon shook his head in mock disapproval.

"Why are you on her side!? Once she locked me in the school cupboard!"

"You deserved it!"

"I did not-"

Two hours later you two were hunched over, laughing about your idiotic antics as kids. It was when Jimin started talking about his broken wrist that you two finally lost it, clutching your stomachs out of pain once you had laughed for a little over two hours.

"God," Jimin said, wiping a tear. "We were idiots."

"No, I was a genius. You were the idiot."

"I have an idea," Yoongi spoke, slowly edging away from Jimin, who had collapsed on the sofa laughing. "Why don't you two just- oh I don't know- just stop fighting?"

"Are you kidding!? I still haven't gotten enough revenge for the lucky pencil thing."

"It's a pencil."

"My pencil."

"Come on, you could be great friends." Yoongi continued.

"Mmmmm no. Not since Jimin made the whole world think I'm dating him."

"It was an-"

"Accident, yeah, I know."

You punched his shoulder while he just laughed, dodging the second punch.

Suddenly, you got an idea. One that would make Jimin cower in his stupid designer boots.

"Seokjin? Guess what Jimin did today?"

"Hm?" Seokjin looked up from his phone. "Go on, snitch, I don't mind."

"He-"

"I SAID SORRY!"

"He kissed-"

"THE MANNEQUIN!"

"You kissed the mannequin?" Seokjin asked, amused.

"YES- yes. The mannequin is... who I kissed."

"Really?" Seokjin leaned back and crossed his legs. "Because Hoseok told me you kissed Y/n."

"YOU SNITCH-"

"I'm using that as blackmail." Seokjin smiled and crossed his arms. "Okay but you're lucky I'm not the one who found out first. You wouldn't have ankles anymore."

"That... is disturbing."

"Thank you."

"It wasn't even a kiss. More of a... a peck."

"You're not a chick."

"He can't kiss properly," you scoffed.

He put a hand on your shoulder and bent down, whispering into your ear. "Wanna try?"

That earned him another kick.

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🔥❄️I’m Burning Inside And We Both Know Why

Pairing: Hanzo Hasashi/Kuai Liang Length: 1612 Words Rating: Mature Warnings: Tending to injuries, First kiss, Aftermath of a bar fight, Insults to peoples appearance (not shown, but it is discussed), Fade to black (Sorry i swear theres smut later in the week), Some random bloke: insults Kuai’s appearance, Hanzo: So you have chosen death, Hanzo is extremely dense bless him, Kuai absolutely just powerbottoming his way to victory really SubScorp Week Day 1: First Kiss

SubScorp Week 2021 Masterlist

Note: SUBSCORP WEEK LETS GOOOO!!!! Haha seriously though, I've been so excited for this week, and it's been wonderful working with Mags to bring it together! I can't wait to see what everyone else has been up to! :) Sorry for the cut-off before things get spicy, but I promise I have some proper smut coming later in the week. Title is from "You're Mine" by Disturbed which is... SUCH a SubScorp song, like please listen to it and think of it from Hanzo's POV it's just... *chef kiss*

"That was reckless," Kuai stated while he began to fill a small bowl with water. Hanzo just grunted in response, he didn't need a lecture right at that moment. "Mind telling me what the fuck that was about?"

Hanzo grit his teeth as Kuai approached, watching as the cryomancer placed the bowl of water on the bedside cabinet. He wasn't sure why he was being so stubborn about this. He turned and looked away as Kuai sat next to him. Kuai reached for his hand, placing it on his lap before reaching to soak a rag into the bowl of water.

"Hanzo, please," Kuai practically begged, squeezing Hanzo's hand. "I know you sometimes let your anger get the better of you, but I don't understand why you punched that man."

Hanzo didn't reply, just hissed slightly as he felt the cold wet rag brush against his knuckles. Explaining why he had reacted the way he did would require him to admit the truth, and he wasn't about to do that right now. No, he wasn't ready to admit he was developing feelings of a romantic nature for Kuai, and that someone having the nerve to insult the object of his affections made him want to kill the offending party.

He heard Kuai sigh. "You can't just smack someone like that when we're out as civilians. We're lucky Sonya managed to sweet talk you out of any charges." Hanzo clenched his fist and ripped it from Kuai's grasp. Granted, he had a point but... you didn't hear what he said. "Can you say something?"

"What exactly do you expect me to say?" Hanzo finally snapped causing Kuai to visibly flinch. He let out a breath, trying to calm himself. "Sorry, I'm not angry at you. I just don't know what I can say."

"I mean, an explanation as to why you hit him would be a good start," Kuai said softly, reaching for Hanzo's hand again. Hanzo let him take it, finally managing to wipe the last bits of dried blood from his knuckles. "Hanzo, please try to see this from my perspective. All I know is we were at a bar, having a nice time and next thing I know theres a man on the floor with a broken nose."

Kuai finished cleaning the grazes on Hanzo's knuckles, reaching for the padding and gauze. Hanzo understood why Kuai was so frustrated with him. Kuai had never been on a night out before, his restricted lifestyle had never afforded him something so simple. It was meant to be a fun night, Kuai finally having a taste of what normality was like. Hanzo had ruined it by letting someone else get under his skin.

"He said something that I couldn't let stand," Hanzo grumbled, watching as Kuai gently placed the padding on his knuckles. Kuai gave him a skeptical look. Hanzo sighed, closing his eyes and letting himself admit, "it was something about you."

Kuai stopped what he was doing, mouth tight as he warily looked at Hanzo. "What?"

"He uh... He made a scathing remark about your scar and appearance in general," Hanzo explained. He couldn't remember the exact words used, but he did remember they definitely weren't ones he was going to repeat. There were some things better left unsaid. "And then he laughed about it." Hanzo rubbed his eyes with the hand that wasn't being bandaged up by Kuai. "Absolute bastard."

Kuai exhaled sharply, "you know, I am quite used to people saying uncouth things about my appearance." He finished his work, but didn't release Hanzo's hand, gently holding it in his own. "You don't have to punch people whenever they say something rude about me."

Hanzo couldn't see why anyone would be dismissive about Kuai Liang's appearance. He was, quite frankly, stunning, and that was not the bias of his silly crush on the other man. No, that was a fact and he would punch as many people as it took to make that fact known.

"You shouldn't have to just put up with things like that," Hanzo muttered, tightening his grip on Kuai's hand.

"If someone is judging me by my appearance alone, they are not worthy of my energy." Kuai reached and placed his hand under Hanzo's chin. "Those comments do not bother me, so please, don't let them bother you either."

He wanted to argue that Kuai shouldn't feel obligated to turn a blind eye to people being rude but at the end of the day, if this was how Kuai wanted to deal with it, Hanzo would respect those wishes. And he supposed he couldn't blame the man for just wanting to ignore it. Still it showed the different in temperament between the two men. Hanzo sometimes wondered if he was a bad person, but next to Kuai he was the devil himself. He could never hope to reach the level of purity Kuai Liang embodied.

He knew Kuai did not see it that way. Kuai Liang as told by himself was a bad man trying to make amends for his past sins. Hanzo held a similar opinion of himself. Was this why Hanzo was so drawn to Kuai? They were the same, all be it with very different ways of atonement.

Those pale blue eyes were staring into his soul, beckoning him to act in some way. Without thinking, Hanzo closed his eyes and lent forward, pressing his lips against Kuai's. The cryomancer gasped at the sudden action and Hanzo came back to his senses. Hanzo pulled away, his face going so hot he was almost convinced he'd set himself on fire. Kuai looked at him with wide eyes, cheeks red all the way up to his ears.

"I- I'm sorry," Hanzo stuttered, embarrassed and unsure what to say to make up for his actions. "I should't have done that."

"Was... Was that why you... uh... why you took the insult against me so... personally?" Kuai had completely lost his composure it seemed, sentence unsure and testing.

"Yes. You are beautiful Kuai Liang, inside and out." He pulled away and looked to the floor. "And I'm sorry I did that, because you deserve better than me."

"I don't think it's fair for you to decide that for me," Kuai announced. Hanzo looked at him. His expression was one Hanzo was familiar with, the one filled with determination and letting nothing stand in his way. "I think I can decide for myself who is worthy of my affection."

Hanzo stared blankly. There was silence between them, before Kuai sighed and lent in close.

"You are more than worthy, Hanzo Hasashi. You always have been and you always will be." Kuai shuffled over, and Hanzo couldn't stop the alarmed yelp he made when Kuai suddenly straddled his lap. "I believe this is the part where you kiss me again."

Hanzo snorted, snapping from his disbelief and placing his hands on Kuai's hips. Kuai's arms wrapped around his neck, and Hanzo lent forward to kiss the man again. Chaste at first, but slowly they got more hungry and full of desire. Kuai opened his mouth, inviting Hanzo to slip his tongue inside. He slowed down, not wanting to rush and things to end too quickly. He wished to savour the moment. Kuai pulled away first, looking at Hanzo with a small smile.

Hanzo cleared his throat, "I didn't realise you felt the same."

"Hanzo, I've been flirting with you for the last year, how have you not noticed this?" Kuai tilted his head as he spoke. Hanzo gave him a quizzical look.

Now that he looked back at it, that piece of information made a lot of Kuai's behaviour suddenly make sense. The little touches, like how Kuai would place a hand on his shoulder, stroke his arms and biceps, or do something like brush Hanzo's hair from his face. The way Kuai would often mention how good Hanzo looked in certain outfits. Small compliments like how his hair looked good in a bun and how nice his beard was. The sneaky little glances at Hanzo when Kuai believed no one was looking. That one time they were drunk and Kuai defiantly sat in Hanzo's lap. Oh wait, this actually explains so much.

Kuai chuckled, "ah, the penny drops."

"Alright, I get it, I'm an idiot," Hanzo shook his head. He looked at the man sat on his lap, wondering for a moment how someone like Kuai could be attracted to someone like him. But Kuai was right, Hanzo had no right to dictate his feelings. Well, if Kuai wanted to be with him, Hanzo had no objections to that. "And I believe you have made your point about you making that choice for yourself."

"Hm, I'm not sure I have," Kuai purred, "I can think of another way to get it through your thick skull." Kuai rolled his hips, grinding himself down against Hanzo's crotch. Hanzo groaned, immediately understanding where this was going. "Allow me to show you how worthy you are Grandmaster Hasashi. I wish to worship you and only you."

Fuck. There was no way in hell he'd say no to a request like that.

"I believe that would help to erase my remaining skepticism."

Kuai smirked again, kissing Hanzo once more and pushing him slightly to guide him downward. Hanzo let himself be positioned back onto the bed. He was more than happy to let Kuai take the reigns, to show and prove to Hanzo that what was said was truth.

As their clothes were shed, the only remnants of how this had started was the slight throb from Hanzo's scuffed and bruised knuckles.

#subscorpweek #mortal kombat #subscorp #sub zero #Kuai Liang #scorpion #Hanzo Hasashi #🔥❄️subscorp week 2021

[verobatto]

Destiel Chronicles

Vol. LXVI

It was a love story from the very beginning.

You are the one in my heart (Part II)

(11x13)

Hello! I bring to you another meta from this collection – the second part! We will keep talking about broken hearts and how in love Dean is with Castiel. I know you love this topic. And I just decided this will have a third part because I have so many things to say...

First of all, I want to say thank you to @destielle , she's the beta reader of this mess. Thank you for making my meta look so pretty 😘💕💕

Cheating and love triangles

Episode 11x13 is titled 'Love Hurts' and it fits perfectly because, remember how Dean felt so hurt when Casifer tried to use him as bait? Okay. We all agree he suffered a heart break then, and that’s why the Banshee could get to him. Now, this episode talks about broken hearts, too… but also about a cursed kiss: Amara's kiss.

The episode opens with a husband cheating on his wife with their babysitter. It’s a love triangle functioning as a Destiel mirror, but they add in some spicy confusion to the subtext: Melissa (the depressed wife) is the Cas mirror, we have Stacey, the babysitter, for Amara and Dan as Dean.

So when we have Stacey saying: "Ew, I can taste her mom lipstick…you’re telling her tonight, right?" we get the mirrored thoughts of Amara after kissing Dean, who is, too, already taken, compromised – bonded with Castiel. 

And when Dan says: "I told you it’s not that simple. Mel and I…we’ve been together since we were your age. We have a house, a baby…we have a whole life together." He's talking about marriage, a serious commitment, which works as the perfect parallel to Dean and Castiel’s long-term relationship.

So when the Qareen appears in the form of Dan and rips Stacy's heart out from her chest (and vice versa a little further into the episode), we are still talking about broken hearts. But we get confused because Dan admits his love for the babysitter, and therefore could never hurt her. Because you don't hurt the one you love (obviously if Dean had listened a little closer to Dan, he surely would have recalled that nefarious chat with Casifer where he proposed to put Dean in danger).

So, going with the assigned roles, let’s say if Dan is Dean and Stacy is Amara, does that mean when Dan is saying he loves Stacy, not his wife, that Dean loves Amara, and not Cas? No. Not at all. Because the upcoming scenes and what Dean says by the end of the episode will clarify: THE KISS AMARA GAVE HIM IS A CURSE AND HE IS NOT IN LOVE WITH HER.

Now, I want to share with you my beta's clarifying thought, that calmed my shipping heart...

"Hi, destielle here, rudely taking advantage of beta’ing to add a thought: I think the babysitter merely posed as a temptation, something Dan tried out because it’s kind of forbidden and dangerous and therefore exciting, plus conquering a girl stimulates his self-worth but - breaking up with his wife never really was a heartfelt intention. Because getting it on with the babysitter is not only a clichée, but also only fun for a little while, because everything, in the end, will lose its newness and therefore allurement and so I suspect he knew that sticking to what he has, a long-term thing that lasts, is the better road to go by far. Plus there’s a difference between true love and excitement induced infatuation. The ladder will fade, love will last and grow stronger bc it’s built upon a solid foundation."

This is so true, and couldn't be more agreed! Thank you Hannah! 😚💕

The Cursed Kiss

This was a very blatantly straight forward episode, because first it was opened with a recall to AMARA's kiss to Dean. And then they showed us how the Qareen’s curse jumped from one to the next victim via kiss. So, you have a deadly kiss, a cursed kiss… The mark of Cain’s kiss, darkness’s kiss, AMARA's kiss… that wasn't love, that wasn't good. AMARA's kiss is dark, bad, cursed and deadly.

AMARA's kiss poop? 🤣

Who's in Dean's heart?

We already know the answer, but let's dig into it anyway…

The first scene with the Winchester brothers takes place in the Bunker's kitchen the morning after Valentine's day and Dean is having a hard time trying to restore himself… he's walking funny on his way to the fridge… if you know what I mean. But mostly we wonder why that is. He's not the guy for a one-night-only-girl anymore, so what was the matter? And immediately after that question we asked ourselves Dean says this to his brother…

Sam: Is that a hickey? (Dean spits out his food)

Gif set credit @spnwhenever

Dean: And? It was valentine’s day. I can’t help it if I’m a hopeless romantic.

Sam: You got half of that right.

Dean: Just doing my civic duty. Helping all the single ladies. You know the best thing about February 14th. You don’t have to be Mr. Right. Just Mr. Right Now

Sam: That’s classy

Is this the old Dean talking? Nope, definitely not. It’s Mr Dean ‘Broken-hearted’ Winchester talking. And we get it now… Saint Valentine's day, he wasn't with his Mr. Right (Cas)... He just took what was right in that moment. It’s very very sad. But Dean needs to frame it more classy, to make it more cool.

Now, I want to talk a little about Melissa. When she realizes she maybe went too far with her spell, she turns to Dean and Sam, and she says this…

Melissa: yes. A return to love spell. All I had to do was chant it and seal it with a kiss. I didn’t mean for any of this to happen. I swear. I just wanted my husband back.

This is sad too, and gives us, if we take that as a feeling mirrored from Cas, a perfectly reasonable explanation as to why he said ‘Yes’ to Lucifer in the cage. And again it’s the motive of the CURSED KISS, one with dark intentions… we already learned AMARA's kiss is bad and not good, but now we get even more confirmation of this when Dean kisses Melissa, taking the curse on him that way. WE GET IT WRITERS!

Gif credit @clairvoyantsam

Sam: So the curse is transmittable?

Just like Cain's mark, the curse, the kiss, the love spell, all of them are transmittable.

Sam: Apparently not in him. The person who holds the Qareen’s heart is the one who commands it.

Sam is giving us a lot of clues here: Who has AMARA's heart? Dean. But who has Dean's heart? Castiel. So Dean can direct his own will to reject AMARA's offer. And this is the secret why DEAN CAN RESIST HER.

So, with this statement in our heads, let's analyze the Qareen’s and Dean’s encounter…

The Qareen takes the form of people’s darkest desires. So… he took AMARA's shape.

The Qareen sensed Dean's longing in his heart, but it failed in personifying it. Because Dean's darkest desire is not dark, it’s full of light, but is hidden, because it’s so repressed. His deepest is a secret, it’s his love for Castiel.

Amara: Who I am doesn’t matter. The real question is who are you?

Dean: What do you mean who am I?

She can't read him, Dean Winchester is a mystery, she can't get to his true feelings, she can't reach them. Dean has them sealed away very, very deep down in his soul. Like a treasure.

Amara: You’re a mystery. I can see inside your heart. Feel the love you feel. Except it’s cloaked in shame. When it comes to this, you can’t help yourself, so why fight it. Just give in.

When she says Dean Winchester is a mystery it’s because she really can't read the truth in him, but she knows it’s somewhere in there. She feels it, but can't quite grasp it. And she says 'it's clocked in shame.' Because it is, because Dean Winchester is ashamed of his feelings for Castiel. He knows he shouldn't feel how he feels for his best friend, for a ‘man’, for an angel. He thinks he doesn't deserve him. So, when the Qareen touches herself saying 'when it comes to this, you can't help yourself, so why fight it. Just give in.' It’s simple when it’s about women, when it’s about a curse, a love spell, the attraction is there, the curse is there, he knows it, but they're not Mr. Right. They're just there… the girls on Saint Valentine's Day are available and Amara is almost irresistible because of the curse. But Dean Winchester doesn't give in to that because he loves Castiel.

And then, Qareen!Amara can’t rip Dean's heart from his chest. Because she is not the one in his heart.

We need more evidence? What about this last dialogue between Sam and Dean…

Dean: It was Amara

Sam: That surprise you?

Dean: That doesn’t surprise you?

Sam: Honestly?

Dean: Honestly? You seriously think the sister of God is my deepest darkest desire?

Sam: She isn’t?

Dean: No! She can’t be!

Gif credit @samwinchesterlesbian 👇

Dean puts all his fierceness into these words, BECAUSE HE IS SURE! HE KNOWS POSITIVELY IT CAN'T BE, BECAUSE HE LOVES CASTIEL.

Sam: Why not?

Dean: Why? Because if she is that means that I’m…

Sam: Means you’re what? Complicit? Weak? Evil?

Dean: For starters, yeah

Dean is afraid of the power Amara has over him, that’s it.

Dean: Standing here right now, every bone in my body wants to run her through. Send her back to that hole she crawled out of. But when I’m near her, I don’t know. Something happens and I can’t explain it, but to call it desire or love…it’s not that. I’m screwed man. We wanna kill the darkness. We need to kill the darkness. And I don’t think I can. I’m sorry to do that to you, ya know, but when it comes right down to it…

The most important thing here is that Dean is aware of the curse, of the power, he knows what Amara does to him, and he is sure that it is NOT LOVE. How can he be sure that it’s not love? BECAUSE HE KNOWS WHAT LOVE IS, BECAUSE THERE'S SOMEONE IN HIS HEART ALREADY, AND THAT'S CASTIEL.

To Conclude: 

If the episode with Mildred showed us Dean was pining for someone, telling us Dean is in love with someone, then this one is yelling in our faces that person isn't Amara. And if it’s not Amara plus ‘cloaked in shame’, and Dean has gotten his heart broken recently by someone we know, we are talking about the same person: Castiel.

So it’s logical! And we made the equation just like the writers wanted us to solve it: DEAN WINCHESTER IS IN LOVE WITH CASTIEL, BUT HE'S ASHAMED OF THIS FEELING. AND AMARA HAS A DARK POWER OVER HIM THROUGH A TRANSMITTABLE CURSE: CAIN'S MARK. CANONICAL FACTS! But yeah, I'm not discovering a new world here...

I hope you liked this mess. See you in the next one!

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Eye Candy

Dean x Reader

Warnings: smut and swearing

Summary: Dean and reader have been secretly seeing each other, but what happens when Dean reveals it all on Miz tv?

A/N: This is my first fanfic in awhile plus my first WWE and imagine, so please don't be too mean.

Enjoy

“Dean,” she moaned out as he kissed down her neck, nibbling at her sweet spots. His hands were roaming around her curves. He pushed against her, making her sink further into the wall. His hands moved to the hem of her shirt and moved his hands under it. His hands went under her bra, squeezing them gently at first, but than harder. He pinched her nipples twisting them in his hands. She moaned his name again.

“(Y\N)” He said into her ear. “I want you so bad.” He rubbed his core up against hers, so she could feel how hard she made him.

She moaned, “Than what are you waiting for? Take me.” She playfully raised an eyebrow at him.

A grin appeared on his face as he began to rip their clothes off. He spun her around so she was facing the wall. She bent over slightly pushing her ass out. He ran a finger against her slit. “You're already so wet for.” He slipped one finger in moving it in and out. She moaned her head falling back. He slipped another finger in kissing her neck. He curved his fingers to hit her G-spot.

Her legs began to wither under his touch. She was having trouble holding herself up still. He wrapped his other arm around her waist to help her out. She could feel her walls begin to clench around his fingers. “Dean, I am not going to last much longer if you keep doing that.”

He slipped a third finger, “That's okay, I might try to break my record on how many times I can make you cum.” He bit her neck sucking on her neck as he moved his fingers in and out as fast as he could. She moaned his name out as she came onto his fingers.

〰️〰️〰️

“I got a very special guest tonight. The international continental champion, De-” Dean's music started before the Miz could finish introducing him. The Miz sighed giving (Y/N) a look. She shrugged at him. She watched the muscular man begin to walk down to the ring. She couldn't help, but get slightly turned on by the sight of him.

As Dean got into the ring, The Miz moved the microphone back to his mouth to speak. “Dean, are you ever going to get how this show works.”

“I find it much more enjoyable not to.” He smirked at The Miz knowing that it irritated  him so much when he ruined his show. He took his show very seriously. Dean on the other hand, didn't.

“Well, will you at least sit down so we can get this interview started.” Dean nodded and sat down, but he didn't sit down normally. He slouched in the chair sticking one hand down his pants. The Miz sucked in his cheek at his appearance. He tried his best to ignore it and move on with the interview. “Are you ready for your fight with Lashley this Sunday?”

“Yup,” he said shortly.

“You aren't nervous about him beating you?”

“Nope.”

Dean’s one word answers continued for awhile. The Miz was getting more and more frustrated with it by the second. He put a hand to a face, “Can you please take this interview seriously? My show is not a joke like you like to make it out to be.” Dean mocked him as he spoke. “You are such a sorry excuse for a champion. I don't know why they keep giving you chances after chances when you obviously don't deserve it. You are sitting here with your damn hand down your pants, for God's sake.”

“Maybe they think of your show as much of a joke as I do and they only put it on to humor you.”

“No, no.” He stood up walking over to where (Y/N) stood. She was watching the whole thing go down from the corner of the ring. It was where she was supposed to stand and with how mad The Miz was already at it is. She didn't dare move from her mark for a second. She was what The Miz called eye candy for his show. She had been dating the Miz for over a year. He was the one who helped her get a contract with the WWE without him, she was nothing.

“You're a disgrace to what the WWE stands for.” The Miz continued.

“Oh, am I? Than why do I have a title and you don't?” Dean said standing up to face The Miz. “You haven't even had a match in awhile. I guess the WWE look more at talent than people who dress up in fancy suits and pretty girls on your arm.” He turned to (Y/N), “Hey there,” he winked at her. She bit her lip, trying best to ignore how it made her heart skip a beat. She knew he was just doing this to piss the Miz off more.

“Don't wink at my girl. She doesn't want a man dirty like you. You aren't even in the same league as her.”

Dean didn't know what possessed him to say the next part,but as soon as it left his mouth he regretted it. “Really, because she was singing a different tune last night in my hotel room last night.”

The Miz laughed, “You're lying to yourself if you even think you could get a girl like her when she has me. Girls like her don't want dirty men like you, right babe?”

(Y/N) was trying her best to act like it was all a joke as well and keep her composure. “Right,” she finally got out after a couple breathes. She shot a glare towards Dean's direction.

“You see,Dean, I get women who have with class while you get some trailer trash.” The Miz said putting his arm around (Y/N), pulling her close to him.

Dean clicked his tongue walking over to them. He licked his thumb as he came up next to (Y/N) and whipped against her neck where he knew he had left a mark pushing her hair to the side.

“Hey, get your grimmy hands away from my woman.” The Miz said as he pulled her away. As he did, he saw the hickey on her neck. “What the hell?”

“You see, Miz, sometimes girls with class want guys like me.” He dropped the mic and rolled out of the ring, leaving the Miz in disbelief.

〰️〰️〰️

“What the fuck, (Y/N)?” The Miz hollered once they were backstage.

“Mike, it's not what you think.”

“That's why there is a damn hickey on your neck. You told me you burned your neck on the curling iron.”

“I did!”

“Than how did he know exactly where to find it?” He demanded.

“He must of saw the makeup artists cover it up.”

“No, he wasn't. I was there with you. Thats when I asked you about that, you dirty fucking whore.” He started backing her into the wall, pointing a long finger at her, “You embarrassed me infront of millions out there tonight. You cheated on me with Dean motherfucking Ambrose. How do you expect me to go out there again after that?” She looked down at his question. Their relationship was faker than the extensions in her hair. It was all for show. The Miz was always sleeping around with models and such. She always wished she could break up with him, but if she did, there went her contract with the WWE. Everything she worked so hard for would be gone. It looked like it was already going down the toilet.

He slapped her across the face,pulling her from her thoughts as she felt a sting on her cheek. “Answer me, slut!”

“Hey!” Dean yelled from across the hallway as he began to run towards them. “What the fuck you think you are doing?” He pushed The Miz off of her.

“Stay out of this, Ambrose. This doesn't concern you.”

“Then you shouldn't be doing out in public. Kind of makes it everyone's business then, huh?”

“Whatever, I am done with this garbage anyway. You're fired, (Y/N).” He straightened himself and walked away.

“What does he mean, you're fired?” Dean asked her.

Tears were beginning to well in her eyes, “He means I no longer work here and all the work I did was for nothing.” She put her hands in her face.

“Hey, hey,” Dean said. He pulled her into his arms. He felt bad for her. He couldn't believe he had let his emotions get the best of him in the ring.

“No,” she pushed him off. “You did this. I told you we have to keep this a secret. You go and show the whole damn world the hickey, you left on me. Now, I am fired and lost my dream job just because you had to one up him.”

“(Y/N), I didn't mean to.”

“Well, you did, Dean.” She said pushing past him. “I should probably go before The Miz calls security on my ass.” She walked off.

Dean watched her walk away, “Fuck!” He yelled punching the wall.

〰️〰️〰️〰️

“There has to be something I can do, Hunter.” Dean was in Hunter's office, begging to help get (Y/N) job back. “He can't just replace her just like that.”

“He can and he already has. His new girl starts this week actually.”

“But what about (Y/N)?”

“He fired her so her contract is done with us. She knew this when she signed it.”

“She can't even come back as her wrestler by herself.”

Hunter sighed, “Look, Dean, I know you want to fix things after what happened, but there is simply nothing we can do.”

“There has to be something.” Dean began pacing in front of his desk. Dean couldn't sleep after that night. He had fucked up a lot cause of his pride. (Y/N) wouldn't answer any of his calls or his texts. He knew that what they had was supposed to be meaningless sex, but he had started to catch feelings for her. He didn't want to admit it. Maybe that's why he let his feelings get the best of him with The Miz. He never liked that she was with someone like that. She deserved so much more than being someone's eye candy. She was talented in the ring. She deserved to make a name for herself without The Miz.

Hunter ran over his bald head, “Well there is one way that someone brought up.”

“Do it!” Dean said without even listening to the idea Hunter had in mind.

〰️〰️〰️

“Alright,” The Miz said. “I have a very special guest with me tonight.” He said pointing to the blonde next to him. “My new girl, Maryse. She helped me through a lot of my break-up with (Y/N). I am forever grateful to have her by my-”

All of a sudden Dean's music started to play as he began to walk out. “Hey, Miz, I wanted to congratulate you since it was thanks to me you found each other. But, I also wanted to thank you. After I beat Lashely, I decided there was something missing in my act. A beautiful woman on my arm like you always got. Might make me look better.” The sound of your new music began to play as you came out in ring gear. The Miz mouth dropped. Dean smiled evily. “And we are ready to show you what you lucked out on.”

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